Little boy,
You sit alone at the corner of the room,
the dark and walls that hug you,
sure make you feel secure.
The world don’t even look at you
And you can’t figure out why…
You walk to school,
drag yourself out of your shell,
the flaws make you feel low
But you still smile.
Trying to chase away
The fear and misery within…
Each time you walk home,
you stumble on the road
The road is too harsh
and no one offer you a hand.
Your knees feel weak
and
your arms bleed…
You feel like stopping
but I won’t let you be
I’ll walk with you,
Even the world left you behind.
By the end of this road to somewhere,
I’ll bid you farewell,
Till we meet again,
Oh yes, sure we will.
2 comments:
Hey Moja!
Nice match of the poem with the imagery... did you take the photo of the snail on the window? Very transient/surreal...
Kenny!
nice to meet you ere! never tot u'll b visiting my blog! hahaha.. no la, i dun take that photo, just share it on9 with frenz at flickr! hehehe..really nice aite? tanx lol!
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